*There is some Smut in this chapter*
Stepping into his bedroom, he closed the door behind him quietly. Looking towards the bed, ensuring he hadn't woken either Olivia or Noah, Barba made his way into the bathroom. Stripping his shirt off, and tossing it into the hamper. Turning the shower on he waited for the warm water. He understood the worries Alex had. Everyone at one point gets screwed over by a human. Most of the time hunters pretending to be your friends. His younger self had not been spared from such betrayal. But that was not an excuse to try and pressure him into doing something he knew Olivia would never want. It was one thing, being with someone like him and an entire ball game being someone like him. Glancing at himself in the mirror he dropped his head with a defeated sigh. Even he had moments where he wished he wasn't what he was. Wishing to be a normal man with a normal life. To live through the same pains and emotions they did.
A soft knock startled him. Walking over to the door, he pulled it open to find Olivia on the other end. "Hey, something wrong?"
She pointed into the bathroom. "I need the restroom."
"Oh, sorry." Stepping out to the side he let her in first, before walking out and closing the door. His eyes drifted over to Noah, thankfully the boy was still asleep. As the door opened, he pushed himself off the wall, stopping in front of Olivia.
"What is it?" She instinctively took a step back as he took one forward. She continued to do so until her back hit the edge of the sink. "Rafa?"
Not paying her tone of voice any mind, he leaned forward gripping the sink. Dipping his head down to her lips, brushing them lightly. Hearing her heartbeat rise, Rafael moved his lips toward her ear. "I'm not going to hurt you." Getting a shaky nod from her, he grabbed her jaw, tilting her head back. Nibbling and sucking on her neck, drawing out low moans from her. Pulling away from her, he rested his forehead against hers. "You really shouldn't be in here with me."
"I am not the one that has me trapped against the sink." Olivia moved her head back trying to create some distance between them. His scent alone was clouding her reasoning. "If you move back, I can leave and go back to bed." Looking up at him, she caught the moment his eyes darken. "Or do you have something else in mind?"
Barba was aware of his restraint slipping from his grasp. He used to pride himself in being able to control himself around other females. Knowing they could never control him in such a way. But for the first time in his life, he was losing the battle. And Olivia was not making it any easier for him. Glancing down at his chest, he watched her hands slide up his body and around his neck. Feeling the pressure on the back of his neck, he pushed against it. He knew what she wanted, but he wasn't about to give in easily.
Looking up at him with a raised brow, she spotted the smirk on his lips. Barba refused to let her pull him down. He was still fighting against his desire. The same craving and need she was fighting through. Keeping her eyes on him, Olivia moved her hand across the side of his neck, down his chest and abdomen, before stopping at the edge of his pants. As she reached for his belt buckle, his hand came down on hers, pausing her movements. She held his gaze, giving him the freedom to decide their next move.
Seeing the look of disappointment in her eyes, he chuckled to himself. He hadn't stopped her for the reasons she was thinking. He needed a moment to recollect himself. Give her the chance to back out in that split second of clear mind. Not seeing her back down, he released her hand slowly. Gripping the edge of the sink with both hands, he relinquished any control he had to her. Closing his eyes for a moment, he gave into the enjoyment he felt at her hand running down his chest, extracting a shudder. Hearing his belt buckle being undone, caused an electrifying excitement to rise in him. Opening his eyes Barba gazed at her, waiting, daring her to make her move.
Unbuttoning his pants, she looked up to find his eyes on her. Pulling the zipper down, she smirked seeing his eyes begin to darken with lust. Yet they held a certain challenge in them. Daring her to cross the line, knowing there was no turning back. Well, Olivia was never one to back away from a challenge. Slipping her hand into his jeans and pushing past his briefs, Barba groaned. He was stiff hard. Running her hand over the length of him, she watched him closely. His eyes were closed, mouth open slightly, and hair a mess from when she tangled her fingers through them.
Pushing a string of hair behind her ear, he held her gently by the back of the neck. Pulling her towards him, giving her enough time to pull back if she so desired. Instead, she used her free hand to pull him by his pants crashing their lips together. He kissed her letting the hunger take over- the need that had been building up the whole time he'd been trapped in here with her, trapped with her soft flesh and amazing smell surrounding him. Her mouth opened, lips quivering in anticipation 'perfect' he slipped his tongue in savoring her taste, memorizing every last detail before she would pull away to breathe. Her arm wrapped around his neck pulling him even closer than before.
She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't what she was feeling. He was thick, barely able to wrap her hand around him entirely. Using her thumb she smeared the pre-cum across the tip and down his shaft. Breaking the kiss, much to Barba's annoyance, Olivia slid down his body to crouch on the floor. Leaning forward, she looked up, locking eyes with Barba before siding just the tip into her mouth.
"Jesus!" Barba groaned, tossing his head back in pure bliss. "Liv..."
Olivia ran her tongue over the tip, then twirled it around, drawing a long groan out of him. Barba hissed the moment his cock slid completely into her wet, hot mouth. In the heat of the moment, he raised one hand off the sink, grabbing her hair into a ponytail and holding it there. It took all his willpower not to thrust into her mouth. The sensation of her tight lips going up and down his shaft was overwhelming. The sight of her head bobbing back and forth was enough to make him want to spill deep into her throat. Instead, he focused on trying to do the complete opposite of that. Putting a little bit more pressure on her head, Barba thrusted his hips just as she was coming down on him. Olivia's deep moan vibrating over him sent a chill down his spine. Feeling the base of his cock start to swell up, he jerked himself back.
Olivia felt his dick throbbing in her mouth. The simple action and thought of Barba fucking her mouth had her a wet mess. Feeling his hands on her shoulder, pushing her away, she pulled back.
Barba growled, trying his best not to break the sink from his hold. "We need to stop."
"Why?" Looking down she knew exactly just why. He was swelling up, just about ready to take a load off. The base of his shaft had swelled up to the shape of a golf ball. With a sly smirk, she took him in her mouth once more. Barba moaned out loud, his hand landing on her head once more. As she bobbed her head up and down, she gasped. Barba pushed her head down, nearly causing her to take his full length.
Feeling his 'knot' swell to its capacity, Barba grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her away from him. But the woman was not having it. "Enough!" His voice was strained. Dragging in long breaths, he tried to regain some of the control he lost at that moment. Dropping his head he started down her. "Get up." Helping her to his feet, his fingers worked on undoing her shirt. Pushing it past her shoulders, he watched it slide down her arms and drop to the floor. Keeping his eyes locked with hers, Barba undid her belt pulling it out of the hoops. Tossing it to the side, he kneeled on one knee, undoing her pants. Looking up at her, waiting for her permission.
She wasn't sure what it was that Barba wanted to do, but the excitement building up in the pit of her stomach was unbearable. Giving him a stiff nod, she held onto the sink, while Barba gripped the edge of her pants and pulled them down. Looking over at the shower, she noticed the water was still running. Steam surrounded them, making it hard to see past a few inches.
Raising her feet by the ankle, he pulled the discarded pants out. Running his hands up her legs slowly, he stopped at her hips. Both fingers hooked into her lace underwear. Receiving a shaky nod, he began pulling them down slowly. Passing just past her hips, he resisted the urge to rip them off.
"Mom!"
Both jumping at the sudden call of her son, they froze all movements. Barba pulled his hands away, buttoning his jeans up. Snatching the towel from the rack he wrapped it around her.
Olivia had forced herself to take control once more. Clearing her throat, she walked over to the door opening it wide enough to pop her head out. "Hey, buddy. What's wrong?"
"Sorry, I didn't know where you were." Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "What are you doing?"
"I was about to take a shower." She glanced over her shoulder, watching Barba for a moment as he spoke quietly on the phone. "I'll be out in a few."
"What time is it?" Looking at his phone, he was surprised to see it was 1 am. "Where is uncle Rafa?"
She shrugged. "With the others I suppose." Barba walked over to her, pulled her back into the restroom, and closed the door. Before she could ask him what was wrong, someone knocked on the bedroom door. "Who is that?"
"Arat." He whispered.
Noah
"Mom, someone's at the door." Getting up to answer the door, he found a dark-skinned woman with curly hair. "Hi."
"You're Noah?" She offered him a genuine smile. "Rafael wanted to tell you, your room is set to go."
"My room?" He frowned.
"He figured you'd sleep better in your own room." Arat stepped to the side, giving him the option to walk on.
Noah glanced back into the room for a moment. His mom could always go look for him. "Okay."
Bathroom
Hearing the bedroom door close, Barba opened the bathroom door to find the room empty. "The women prepped a bedroom for Noah."
Sighing in relief, she leaned against the wall. "That was..."
"I know." Standing at the opposite end of the room, he too leaned against the wall. His hands behind his back. His eyes wandered down her body. Every visible section of skin was etched forever in his memory. "I was going to take a shower. Wanna join me?" Seeing the blush creep up her neck, Barba chuckled to himself.
Pushing himself off the wall, making his way to her, he cupped her cheek. Without saying a word, his hand trailed down the side of her neck, across her collarbone, and stopped just above her towel. Leaning forward he claimed her mouth with his in a slow kiss. Feeling her hands wrapped around his neck, he pushed his hand past the towel, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her flush against him. As he distracted her with his kiss, Barba used his free hand to undo the towel and let it drop to the floor. Without breaking the kiss, he wrapped his arm around her waist and freed Olivia from the restraints of her bra. Falling to his knee, he pulled her laced underwear down. As much as he wanted to stop and give her the same pleasure she had done before, he restrained himself. He had something else planned. Standing up, he pulled her by the back of her neck into a kiss.
"Get in the shower, Benson." Barba ordered with a low growl.
Releasing his hold on the woman, he watched as she reached for the shower door. Making sure the bathroom door was locked, he followed in after her. Barba slid his hands onto her waist, pulling him close under the cascading water. Clenching his jaw, he leaned in for a soft kiss.
Pulling back from him, she ran her hand through his hair. Stifling a chuckle at seeing his hair sticking out like some rebellious child. "It suits you."
"What does?" He was much more interested in the fact that he was holding her naked in his arms. Nibbling at her shoulder, he smirked at the gasp. Kissing her once on the side of the neck, he laid his forehead on her shoulder. "Is the mark something you truly want?"
She froze for a moment. "It is."
"You understand what this will mean?" He asked. "The changes it will bring?"
Raising his head off her, she stared intently into his eyes. "I understand it's the start of a bond that can never be broken. This is it for us."
Swallowing the dry lump in his throat, he nodded with a shaky breath. "Okay." Turning them around so his back was under the water, he grabbed her hair and pushed it to the side. "Focus on my heartbeat." Taking her hand, he placed it over his chest. "Ready?"
"Y-yeah."
Olivia's heart suddenly picked up, pounding harder now as she watched him out of the corner of her eye - slowly lowering his head and opening his mouth wide, canines coming into view as he descended closer. Her skin prickled with goosebumps and she was unable to stop the full-body shiver that followed. Barba noticed, stopping for just a second to glance at her, then continued on his course.
Olivia felt a small heat of embarrassment rise to the top of her cheeks - her heart began to pick up even more speed.
On paper, she knew what to expect: Barba's canines would sink into her muscle and a special secretion from them would begin to create the mark. From what Garcia and Adhara had told her, the experience was always different for everyone. Adhara described it as a tickle, and Garcia had labeled it as a massage. But In rare cases, it was euphoric. But Sierra told it for what it was - four sharp fangs going into flesh, followed by mild pain and an odd, unpleasant 'compressing' sort of feeling.
Having survived this long in a world of hate, Olivia was no stranger to pain on any level, as Barba was hovering just inches away from her neck.
Being this close to Olivia, Barba was engulfed in her sweet scent, and let out a hot and heavy breath onto her wet sensitive flesh.
Olivia gasped softly. Her body was on edge, anticipating the contact that it desperately needed. When a warm hand suddenly placed itself on her lower back to hold her steady, she shivered again, then squirmed against its warmth.
Suddenly realizing that this was it; that he was about to mark her to let others know that she was now his - Barba felt his muscles tense and flex again. His heart started to beat faster, and his mouth began to salivate just the slightest, right as the hairs on his body stood upright once more. It felt like he was changing. Growing stronger without having done anything.
Barba was going to mark Olivia as his own, and the animal within him was howling with delight.
With a low snarl as her only warning, Olivia suddenly felt the piercing prick of Barba's canines as he bit into her tender flesh and her eyes fluttered widely, gasping at the newfound sensation.
"Aah!"
A burst of tingles flowed from where they were now connected, causing Olivia's toes to instantly curl, and her thighs to rub together and without a second thought, she grabbed onto the back of Barba's neck as soon as she began to feel herself going slack from the overwhelming pleasure that had taken her down to their knees.
All previous thoughts and concerns of any kind completely melted away from her brain, as the blissful sensation began to take over.
Barba had wrapped his other arm around Olivia to keep her from falling over and cradled her head, holding her tight as he focused on creating his alpha mark on her skin. His own body was humming, growling with triumph, and he couldn't help but squeeze her a little harder against him because of it.
Olivia let loose a small whine from feeling his strong arms hugging her and soon took notice that her heavy breathing began to rise in pitch, and she tighten her hold on his neck when the vibrating pleasure in her neck started to spread. Like a pebble being thrown into a pond; the ripples kept coming, kept forming, growing bigger and spreading wider as it traveled away from her neck and moved throughout her entire body.
"Oh...!" Olivia breathlessly moaned, briefly aware that she had just openly and willingly moaned, but was too lost in the feeling to fully care. She pressed herself against Barba some more, chest-to-chest and she tightened her fingers in his neck even harder when her head leaned back and she could not contain the soft moans and shaky gasps that were escaping her.
The sound was angelic, heavenly, and it went straight to Barba's hardening cock. He growled against her skin, sounding like thunder in her ear, and he tightened his bite on Olivia, causing her to moan louder and squirm faster. She released his neck to instead dig her nails deep into his back.
Barba practically purred at that, finding that it only aroused him further at how debauched Olivia was becoming and - whether it was intentional or not - would inflict some pain on him. When she made a small whimpering cry though, sounding needy and oh so desperate for him, something in his brain clicked, and his instincts thoroughly took over - swiftly settling them onto the shower floor, never letting go of her neck as he did so.
Having Barba hover over her now made Olivia moan some more, wanting to yield to him...submit. She was writhing, moaning, and whining - on the verge of crying even from the intense rapture.
'Easy, love, almost done' Barba thought to himself as Olivia continued to squirm underneath him, thanks to the tingling sensations of his canines creating his unique mating mark into her neck. It was becoming too much for Olivia, and yet, it was also not enough. She wanted to both crawl away from the sensitivity and lay there to allow herself to be completely consumed by it.
Just when she thought she would have to start begging - begging for what, her foggy brain wasn't entirely too sure of - she felt Barba take a deep breath through his nose, then slowly exhaled it before he carefully began to release her throbbing neck, and she moaned weakly at that sensation too, and loosened her grip on him, barely holding on to the sides of his shirt now.
Instead of pulling away from her completely, Barba stayed close, resting on his elbows instead, and began to lap up at the freshly pierced skin, to help accelerate the healing.
Olivia sucked in a shuddering breath. The mark was tender and she groaned at the overstimulation from what Barba's tongue was doing.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Barba suddenly licked a long and teasingly slow stripe up her neck, then flicked his tongue off right before reaching her ear, causing her to gasp and flutter her eyes shut as she laid there; panting and feeling a calm, soothing afterglow.
"It's done." His low baritone voice said, giving Olivia pleasant shivers. Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her heart was pounding in a way she had never felt before, and her body felt light, not an ounce of pain as it fluttered with tingles instead. She felt warm and at ease, with a mild pulsing that no longer had her struggling to get through it.
Olivia was studying Barba with blissful, curious eyes, as if this was her first time ever meeting him, even though she knew exactly who he was and just stared at his half-lidded hazel orbs stared right back down at her and seemed to be shining. She could tell - by the way he was breathing- that he was just as affected by what they had done and wondered if he was experiencing the same bewildering, almost care-free thoughts as well.
Barba trailed his gaze over Olivia's flushed face as they both quietly took in the other one's appearance. She was panting hard, harder than him, and just looked so sexy - with her glazed-over eyes, blushing cheeks, and hair fanned out wet beneath her on the shower floor.
Fuck, it was doing things to him.
Marking Olivia had greatly turned him on. He was decently hard now, bulging against his soaked jeans, but he properly ignored it, wanting to first focus on her - to make sure that she was alright.
After all, she was his now.
